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I speak from a place
Where some talk of signs
Tired superstitions
To drown out the wise
Dark clouds have gathered
To block out the sun
All of our sins
To judge us in turn

Mothers and daughters
Fathers and sons
Would any be counted
To take up the cause
If we can't imagine
That the hour is near
Then all of our sins
Won’t fade with the tears

Do you hear the drums
Of the warmonger's charge
Who feeds on the blood
Of our youngest and brave
Throw oil on the fires
Turn friend against friend
All of our sins
Consume us in flame


I hope you know
I hope you can see
The march is beginning
All over again
Will we ever learn
Will we ever know peace
Before all of our sins
Drag us to the deep

Can you not see them
There's blood on their hands
They rape and they murder
For pleasure and gain
The harbinger comes
In blazes of gold
With fear and destruction
A haven for none

What would it take
To force us to act
Before visions have faded
And hope is worn out
Would we strive to be better
Could we learn from the past
For all of our sins
Atonement at last

For the sake of our conscience
For the sake of our souls
To never more suffer
Peace without end
Or will we pass silent
Into the great night
When all of our sins
Will lie with the dust

Tell me their names
Tell me their names
Look into their eyes
And what do you see
Do you see their pain
And look blindly away
Do you hear their voices
Do you hear their screams

And do you not suffer
Do you know no shame
All those around you
Would banish you away
I hope that their cries
Haunt you till the end
All of your sins
You can’t wash away

For the sake of our conscience
For the sake of our souls
To never more suffer
Peace without end
Or will be pass silent
Into the great night
When all of our sins
Will lie with the dust

For the sake of our conscience
For the sake of our souls
To never more suffer
Peace without end

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